The mixed feelings of grief, of sorrow mixed with this sort of empty feeling made Snow need someone to feel whole again. The hero never felt so lonely as he did now, especially given those terrible questions being posed to him that made him vulnerable and unable to say anything beyond the way he held fast to the silver-haired man in his arms.

The way the pressure felt with those arms around his neck was better than he imagined it to be, Snow's broad chest heaving slightly as he struggled to catch his breath. His heart was racing, and it was all these emotions that forced him to bow under the pressure. The tugging of his hair made him suddenly aware of how close they were, but he pulled back enough to stare into those eyes, his own misty still. He was fighting to keep composed, and perhaps felt that tears wouldn't change anything. At times, they were necessary.

"...For what?" Snow mumbled, truly not knowing what he'd done that could possibly be worth thanking. In some way, he needed someone to be his hero, and not the other way around. He exhaled at the feeling of the closeness, not sure what to do though he'd never backed down from something like this before. If he gave in would it truly be so bad? Slowly, he lowered his head to tentatively brush his lips on Yuki's, knowing he could be asking for more than he should be in this moment but he couldn't bring himself to care what the consequences might be.